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Sneakers to Fill
03:04
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The natural takes his showdown stance, a could be kid and a cosmic chance
Starry eyed with an ancient kinda will
From a threshold town with no way out, to rescue himself from without
And leave behind some big sneakers to fill
A soul man of constant sorrow, losing blues in a car he borrowed
Yearning for the searching and feels no ease with being young
Conquered fear of leaving certain shore, a hard luck hope for something more
The anger on the run it looked like fun
So I wrestled with reality, for a young man's immortality
I felt it strong and simple like you do when you're alone
I ran and reached and overwhelmed, left locals laughing to themselves
And did that heavy work all on my own
Swore that I'd mug smug impossibilities, add my name to the histories
Jump a train for the passing lane and wave this town goodbye
To cramped clubs and open fields, I gotta know just how it feels
Exhausted but alive at the end of the line
Oh but I've no wonderboy ability, no hero was I born to be
And the wanting will forever be my curse
But I'm stubborn through the sleepless nights, in resistance of a mythless life
For the universe in my movements and my words
So when they say "get in line and keep that job," deep inside I know they're wrong
I believe that there's some greatness in my muscles or my mind
Gonna clear my head of all distractions, not content to "see what happens"
I need it now, but man I couldn't name it if I tried
By my Dylan bones and Springsteen soul, the baseball gods I used to know
Romantic dreams and a steady climb uphill
I'm gonna search and search until I'm blind, and one blessed night I'm gonna find it
'Til then I got some big sneakers to fill
'Til then I got some big sneakers to fill
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Saturday Night in CT
03:23
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Its Saturday night in CT
You're feeling kinda low
Wanna go out and try to get lucky
But there ain't no place to go
Its Saturday night in CT
You cut the grass all goddamn day
Come home and just turn on the TV
And dream about moving away
But your belief will break so easily, it folds to reasoned inquiries, and leaves you broke and busted at the seams
Cuz you can't save much cash you see, can't embark on no odyssey, in debt and dire need of gasoline
And its Saturday night in CT
They're off work in Boston now
Everybody here thinking about leaving
But my mind's on getting out
Its Saturday night in CT
Striking midnight on the MetroNorth
Things around here getting sleepy
I wonder what its like tonight in New York
But pure escape just isn't good enough, its meaningless and giving up, maybe move away but that ain't all you need
And this world fills up your head with doubt, that if these dreams can't get you out, it'll be too late to leave by any means
From a mythless generation
Of remakes and unrealized dreams
This fear ain't my boss no more, babe
No more maintenance life for me
Tonight my soul's got a trace of transcendence
There's something here and I believe
Its more than hope, relocation and pipe dreams
And hungry Saturday nights in CT
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Ancient Kinda Man
04:02
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3 A.M. don't feel romantic, just condemned
To a life like an abandoned epic poem
Kids in cars cling to a sliver of the promise
And underdogs hold the weariest of hope
Curse town limits and the locked gates in their minds
Lament and repent for all the things they're not
Not quite tougher than those kids from down the road
No saviors, pioneers, or astronauts
They just grow older with that dreaming
To break a bold and brand new west
And if not a lion or a brave, babe
At least a good heart and a quest
To wake one morning to a red sky up above
Dark clouds rising and you're out there on your own
To face the madness and the fury of the storm
Gone too far from shore to turn for home
Beyond the boundaries and enlightened by pursuit
Just your head, your hands and heart to hold you through
Step just once against the meanest of conditions
And live or die by what you were born to do
But they say "that hammer ain't for you kid
Its too late to live or think like that
People just don't talk that way no-more
Anyways there ain't no new west left"
The big bad future talks of struggles, cracks its knuckles
I got all I've ever known behind my heels
I need something like an answer or a victory
To know not just what it is but how it feels
So to the well, to the wheels, and to the west
Take my hard luck hope headlong to the promised land
Hurl myself against the madness and the fury
Live or die just like some ancient kinda man
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The Good Universe
06:19
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Born into this town just like an unlocked cell in jail
Almost free, still a detainee trying hard to post my bail
'Cuz 23 feels old to me, no sight, no scent, no trail
Of my t-shirt dreams of the Major Leagues or a boxcar fairy tale
The word "career" that hit my ear never sat right in my brain
The long job search, the paperwork, it all seems so insane
But the standard set can define success, other roads have rough terrain
And different's free with no guarantees of redemption or acclaim
The discovery of eternity is something most deny
To take on love and dreams and strife and know you're gonna die
I stay up late to beat that fate, still wake up terrified
And I run through days, trying in vain, to beat death or to hide
My heroes rise from their place in life stood stubborn and alone
They brave the night to bring the light to the fearsome and unknown
And forever live for what they did inside an ancient poem
When the tape deck speaks, athletic feats, or churches made of bones
Downriver from the icons and all their immortal deeds
Sewn together by the promise of opportunity
By slaves and wars and long-locked doors disguised as other's needs
By a chance first kiss and another missed and a soul to brave the seas
Someday, some town, some kid like me is born and I'm long gone
This series of metamorphoses remains to take him on
The girl he'll loose, the hometown blues, the searching and the song
Screamin' "remember me" at the centuries, trying to make more right than wrong
I'm driving on a summer's night to a place all my friends go
I got a song in my back pocket, and a move nobody knows
Its a long and lonesome road, my friend, I'm out here on my own
And I flip the bird to the mean old world and go searching on for home
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